I am going to do a proper book post for all the books I read on the trip. But I do want to gush about my favorite of the bunch - Tiffanie DiBartolo's How to Kill a Rockstar. I remember checking it out in a bookstore a long time ago, drawn by the bizarre title. But I put it back, uncertain if I wanted it at the time. But I finally read it and loved ( Read more... )

Am still enjoying the ridiculous and addictive City of Bones (seriously - it's shoujo in word form) and that made me remember how I used to love Draco Trilogy in my younger and dumber days. Dooooooon't judge me! Judge away ( Read more... )

I am reading Queen’s Play and what an awesome book it is. When I first read it, years ago, it was my least favorite of the bunch (though I did like it a lot) but now I adore it ( Read more... )

1. Got my photo taken for passport renewal and the proprietor was watching Kal Ho Na Ho. We ended up having a long chat about Bollywood. Eeee ( Read more... )

You know, sometimes a phrase in a book would just catch your attention and become too vivid and stick.

For some reason, my mind has been trapped by this:

But Lymond was now in the cold sleep close to death. Experienced soldier and countryman, Lord Culter had faced the spilled blood, the spoiled muscle, the split bone with no qualms; and had ( Read more... )

Yeah, still reading Game of Kings. I remember when I first read it, I actually liked Richard at the start the best of anybody. Now, while I get where he is coming from, I am impatient with him. I think I never recovered from the scene in the glen in GoK where Richard’s goal is to literally break Lymond down so much that he is going to beg to be ( Read more... )

Yeah, I am reading Game of Kings in an insane, obsessive fashion ( Read more... )

...and Lymond begging Philippa for the right to kill himself is still one of the most unbearable things ever ( Read more... )

I still haven’t seen Pirates of the Caribbean 3. Aaaaaargh.

Being a good girl and waiting until Mr. Mousie can go too (this weekend) is killing me. One more day, one more day, one more day.

I have tried reading the infamous Cassandra Cla(i)re’s City of Bones novel. In the bookstore. (Leaving aside everything else, I am not paying $17 unless I ( Read more... )

As mentioned previously, I am on a Lymond kick (btw, Lymond are the only books I read with a dictionary. Narwhal? Palimpcest? Thank you Dunnett). And being on this kick made me think about Dorothy Sayers and Lord Peter, probably because Lymond and Lymond Chronicles owe a lot to Sayers and her detective ( Read more... )